Paws was a magical kitten. She knew this of course, as cats are wont to know such things. Of course anyone who looked at her knew instantly that she was a magical cat. After all normal cats, without an ounce of magic to their nature, do not tend to come in blue tabby stripe. Paws groomed one her namesake pristine white paws, then settled into the pillow the mage had provided. The golden sheen was a pleasant offset to her azure fur and she purred in contentment. Who knew what wondrous things lay ahead? Wealth, power, maybe even a bit of sunfish if the tides were right…
Daily Snippit: High/Second World Fantasy
- Post published:March 2, 2006
- Post category:Daily Snippits / Writing
Martha Bechtel
My name is Martha Bechtel and I write fantasy and science fiction stories, paint small model horses silly colors, cast resin and plaster magnets, code random code (and Wordpress plugins)... Come on in and join in the fun!